We first saw fire on the tragic slopes
Where the flood-tide of France's early gain,
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Sidney, in whom the heyday of romance
Came to its precious and most perfect flower,
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Not that I always struck the proper mean
Of what mankind must give for what they gain,
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Why should you be astonished that my heart,
Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth,
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If I was drawn here from a distant place,
'Twas not to pray nor hear our friend's address,
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Seeing you have not come with me, nor spent
This day's suggestive beauty as we ought,
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Oh, you are more desirable to me
Than all I staked in an impulsive hour,
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There have been times when I could storm and plead,
But you shall never hear me supplicate.
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Oh, love of woman, you are known to be
A passion sent to plague the hearts of men;
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I have sought Happiness, but it has been
A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit,
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Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed),
Comrades, you cannot think how thin and blue
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Clouds rosy-tinted in the setting sun,
Depths of the azure eastern sky between,
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Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds
The head of a green valley that I know,
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I who, conceived beneath another star,
Had been a prince and played with life, instead
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Exiled afar from youth and happy love,
If Death should ravish my fond spirit hence
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Ruggiero, to amaze the British host,
And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks,
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Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays
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Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays
More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid
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O happiness, I know not what far seas,
Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround,
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Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade,
Thou art set on the shores of the sea down the haze
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In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say:
Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess,
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So when the verdure of his life was shed,
With all the grace of ripened manlihead,
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Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea
So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee
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Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools
Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled
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I loved illustrious cities and the crowds
That eddy through their incandescent nights.
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I care not that one listen if he lives
For aught but life's romance, nor puts above
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The rooks aclamor when one enters here
Startle the empty towers far overhead;
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Though thou art now a ruin bare and cold,
Thou wert sometime the garden of a king.
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Another prospect pleased the builder's eye,
And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes)
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A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze
That loves the melody of murmuring boughs,
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